Years slip by Like sand through glass From up-close Through the lens Of the now Years ahead feel Like stretched units of time Far away Unreachable As you glimpse Through yesterdays And past eras Years become simple dots Inhales Exhales Single events in your existence Time is a silent master Dictating our lives Flowing effortlessly It takes away the present Leaving us aching When today already becomes A memory Remember That time doesn’t rob But merely reflects The heavyweight Of should haves The expensive mortgage Of deferred dreams In the grief Of unfulfilled ambitions In the requiem Of what should have been Seek healing In the worship of time The wisest of all teachers Time is not a thief But a loyal lover Each second A gift Time is a giver Of moments In lieu of flowers Dance in its soft embrace Let its flow carry you away Effortlessly Like sand through glass In the gift of time We build and lose We grieve and grow Let the past Live frozen in your mind In all its beauty All its ugliness And let its final whispers Wander away Without a care